After taking a final look at Qingxuan's transcript, Lin Yun closed the transcript and sat cross-legged.
Thousand Machine Seal!
The fingers intertwined and changed, and obscure and complex handprints flashed between his hands.
Lin Yun slowly closed his eyes, looked inward, and landed on the resource petals at his dantian again.
With the experience of many previous failures, I was familiar with the drawing this time without any obstacles.
He is like a painter who uses his true energy and the power of time as his ink, and uses the Qianji Seal as his pen to paint the ink with his brush.
Flame patterns, thunder cloud patterns, Geng gold patterns, wind feather patterns, cold cloud patterns...the perfect second-grade spiritual patterns are outlined in his body, blending together. Like a drop of water, gradually
Spread out, many spiritual patterns are crisscrossed and interlocked.
Looking from the outside, Lin Yun is sitting cross-legged, eyes closed, and his fingers are as green as jade. The interlacing changes are like butterflies flying, light and agile, and like dreamy light and shadow, unpredictable.
Thousands of machine seals, thousands of machines, ever-changing.
Without the Thousand Machine Seal, many unrelated spiritual patterns would not be able to fit together and condense into a painting.
Time passed, three days later.
Around the petals of the purple kite, there are circles of pale white power of time, which are too weak to be seen clearly and are almost exhausted.
Lin Yun put down the last stroke, shattered the mountain and river map with his palm, and successfully drew it.
In its body, many spiritual patterns are like stars, imprinted on the meridians that run through the body, limbs and bones. The light flashes and is crystal clear. At a glance, it looks like shining stars in the sky in the endless night.
But if you look closely, you will be surprised to find that the twinkling stars in the sky are clearly a picture scroll.
The tiger's palm fell from the sky, shattering thousands of solitary peaks and making the mountains and rivers tremble.
The breath of terror hits your face, making your heart beat faster and making you shudder.
Lin Yun opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with light, and he exhaled a long stale breath.
The charm and agility are all present, and this painting of mountains and rivers shattered by palms is finally truly completed.
"Try the power!"
With a slight thought in his mind, Lin Yun's whole body suddenly shot out bright auras from the inside out. The pressure on his body surged crazily, the ninth level of Xuanwu, the tenth level of Xuanwu, half a step into the Zifu...
boom!
After reaching the astonishing half-step of Zifu, the aura on his body still surged, soaring to the suffocating Zifu realm.
The light surged and the wind suddenly rose.
Accompanied by a shocking tiger roar, a huge tiger palm suddenly fell from mid-air, falling rapidly with the force of thunder.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
When the tiger's palm fell on Siguo Cliff, the mountain peak shook violently, with continuous loud noises and roars, as if the whole world was trembling under this palm.
Seeing that Siguo was unable to withstand such a terrifying blow, pillars of light suddenly lit up in the cliff.
But it was the spiritual formation hidden in the cliff that was completely activated after this huge change.
The majestic formation can bear all the power of this palm.
Mid-air.
Several deacons stood on the sword sculptures, watching everything that happened on Siguo Cliff and were secretly shocked.
"What a terrifying power. How did you do this? It actually activated the mountain-protecting formation."
"Didn't you cut off your own profound veins?"
"Incredible..."
Eyes fell on Lin Yun one after another, and their eyes flashed with horror. The eighth level of Xuanwu cultivation could actually explode such astonishing power.
It's really unbelievable and I can't imagine how it was done.
Several people observed in secret, and after confirming that Lin Yun showed no signs of escaping, they took a deep look and left quietly.
The storm dissipated and I thought about it on the cliff.
Lin Yun's eyes were full of surprise, and the shock in his heart was no less than those of these deacons.
How terrible!
This kind of power is almost the same as, or even greater than, the Jing Hua Shui Yue he used when he was at the peak of the ninth level of Xuanwu.
The most terrible thing is that after the map of Shattered Mountains and Rivers is drawn in advance, there is no need to consume real energy when it is sacrificed.
The name of "Shattering Mountains and Rivers with Palm" is indeed true.
With Lin Yun's realm, it is naturally impossible for him to achieve the strength of shattering Wanren Gufeng with one palm. But if he has the realm of Zifu and Tianpo realm, and then uses this figure, it will not be easy for him to shatter mountains and rivers with his palm.
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After the shock, he gradually calmed down and thought about the reason.
Spirit pattern!
The reason is probably due to the spiritual pattern. If his true energy were released casually, the power that would burst out would be
10. After this true essence has been sculpted by the power of time, it will burst out again, and its power will definitely be doubled.
After thinking about it this way, Lin Yun's thoughts gradually became clearer.
This is like a piece of iron, when sharpened into a sharp blade, its lethality will skyrocket. A piece of rough jade, after being carved, will be priceless.
The truth is this.
Lin Yun closed his eyes and re-examined the spiritual patterns imprinted on his meridians. After being released, these spiritual patterns that were originally as dazzling as stars became dull and weak.
However, the structure is still intact and obviously does not need to be redrawn.
As long as the power of time and true energy are restored, then use the Thousand Machine Seals to illuminate them one by one.
"Individual spiritual patterns cannot kill people, but when the spiritual patterns are completed into paintings, they can do more than just kill people!"
Lin Yun whispered to himself, with a strong domineering air flashing through his words.
A broad door opened to him, allowing him to see the terrifying power of spiritual patterns. Master Xuan should not be underestimated.
"If you think about it carefully, you will find that there is still room for improvement in this map of broken mountains and rivers."
After thinking about it carefully, Lin Yun flipped through Qingxuan's notes and started reading them again.
His heart, at this moment, completely calmed down.
In the days that followed, there was no more irritability, the haze was gone, and the demonic confusion dissipated.
During the day, he either studied Qingxuan's records, watched the clouds and listened to the rain, or practiced swordsmanship.
The peak and perfect Shuiyue Sword Technique is wielded freely and freely in his hands. Two different artistic conceptions can be changed at will.
The deeper he studied, the more he felt that this sword technique still had many potentials to be tapped.
It's not that the flaws need to be fixed, but I simply feel that this Shuiyue Sword Technique can go further.
He felt a vague door, but he could never get in and was puzzled.
Invisibly, his swordsmanship reached a certain limit.
This limit is not the limit of his own strength, but the limit of his vision.
The beggar eats steamed buns every day, and the emperor in his imagination is just a man who eats meat buns. It sounds very vulgar, but this is the perspective.
It's just that most people are deeply involved in it and don't know it.
Because they can't even eat steamed buns, so why worry about what happens after eating steamed buns.
Lin Yun put away his "sword" and stood up, thinking about the cliff and pacing slowly.
The sword is a dead wood branch.
But with the blessing of half a step of innate sword intent, it is not inferior to any mysterious weapon.
Where is the way?
Lin Yun was thinking, but this time it was not the confusion he felt when he was thinking last time, but a kind of excitement.
The tip of an eyebrow on one page, the mountains in two places. The same sentence, but two different states of mind.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
Just at this moment, the sound of the piano sounded again, from the cold abyss, through the clouds and mist, and echoed in Lin Yun's ears.
The sound of the piano is sparse, like the soft call of an oriole, like the singing of birds...like the flowing water in the mountains, the flowing water stirs the rocks, it is clear and sweet, and the sound of the metal and stone continues to clank.
Ever since Lin Yun appeared on Siguo Cliff, the sound of the piano has never stopped.
At first, to his ears, it sounded messy and harsh, like a magic sound. But as his mood changed, the sound of the piano continued to soothe, and now, it was like fairy music, ethereal and agile.
As smart as he is, he naturally already knows this.
The sound of the piano never changed, but his own heart was changing.
"Who is it?"
Lin Yun aroused curiosity. This person could play the piano in Siguo Cliff, so he must have a good status in the sect.
If he was a bad guy, he would have been driven away by the deacon in Siguo Cliff long ago. How could he be allowed to stay here for more than three months?
Does the sound of the piano come because of me, or is it always there?
Countless doubts surrounded Lin Yun's heart. Step by step, he reached the cliff and solidified into the abyss.
There is no jumping into the abyss.
Protector Mei told him that in the past, some people wanted to slip away from the abyss. But most of them ended up miserable. Death without a burial place was taboo.
The wind blew away the clouds, revealing a dark abyss.
There was nothing but the endless cold, so cold it made people shiver.
Lin Yun stared quietly into the abyss, feeling inexplicably frightened in his heart, as if there was a devil waiting for him under the abyss.
Ferocious, terrifying.
Just one glance can make people shudder, make people's legs tremble, and make people subconsciously stay away.
He slowly closed his eyes, and thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning.
Where is the way?
Endless thoughts gathered into four words, lingering in my heart.
Lin Yun opened his eyes,
There was a flash of determination in his heart, his long hair was flying, and his eyebrows were sharp and sharp.
With the heart towards the sword, move forward indomitably!
boom!
Without fear, he never looked back, just like a sharp sword, piercing the air and leaving.
The wind suddenly rose around my ears and kept falling, and time seemed to stand still. It has been as long as the earth and the sky, and it has no intention of stopping.
Suddenly, the sound of the piano sounded again, and Lin Yun's eyes lit up.
A quiet lake appeared in the field of vision. Before he could react, he fell heavily on the lake.
Bang!
Suddenly, the lake was filled with waves, and the waves were endless and turbulent.
Zheng!
The sound of the piano suddenly became shrill and sharp, and a murderous intent filled the lake.
Through the heavy mist, Lin Yun vaguely saw an island in the middle of the lake. There was a pavilion on the island, and in the pavilion there was a vague figure playing the piano. The murderous intention originated from there.
Before he could think about it carefully, he saw the water column, which shot through the air like a sharp sword and came towards him.
Lin Yun raised his hand and punched, the holy voice appeared, and the power of the five tripods exploded, smashing the water pillars into pieces with one punch.
Wow!
Just as the water column dissipated, a wave of water surged in front of him like a tsunami, turning into a ferocious beast and trying to engulf him.
clank!
The sound of the piano is violent, like the roar of a monster.
Seven mysterious steps, the golden crow spreads its wings!
Lin Yun stretched out his arms, soared into the air, pointed his sword, and struck out with the light of the bright moon.
There seemed to be a bright moon falling on the lake, and a vast and majestic sword light, like moonlight, whizzed away.
Bang!
The beast-like water waves exploded, and in the sky, the water waves rolled and turned into heavy rain.
In a startling moment, the sword is intact!
As it slowly fell, a purple kite seal bloomed on the back of Lin Yun's hand, and purple sword lights appeared in front of the old man at the snap of his fingers.
The old man spun around in mid-air to avoid the sword light that shot through the air. He fell down again when the sound of the piano lingered.
With ten fingers twirling, it started to play again.
Thousands of miles of frost!
Before he could gain momentum, Lin Yun drew his two fingers together in front of his chest. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the cold light overflowed, and all the water columns, rotating ripples, and dancing water splashes on the lake were frozen.
Suddenly, a strange scene of ice appeared on the lake.
But it only existed for a moment, but this moment was enough for Lin Yun to get to the island.
boom!
The moment he landed on the island, all the frozen wonders behind him melted. Countless water splashes fell, and heavy waves rose up behind Lin Yun, reaching a height of dozens of feet.
Looking forward, the old man in the pavilion is slightly fat, with an old face, dense wrinkles, and long gray and white hair.
There is only one pair of eyes, one pair of eyes is like stars and gems, bright and breathtaking. Like a sharp sword, it is sharp and pierces the void, making people dare not look directly.
"Old sir, how long have you been here?"
Lin Yun walked forward and asked.
"Ten years."
"Ten years is long enough, what are you going to do?"
"Look at the flowers. The flowers are blooming as they were ten years ago, but the people are not as beautiful as they were ten years ago."
The old man played the piano and sighed.
Lin Yun walked up to the pavilion, looked at the other person's appearance, and said with a smile: "Isn't he not very handsome ten years ago?
"You want you to tell me?"
The old man's face turned cold.
Lin Yun was not in a hurry and muttered: "After ten years of watching flowers, the flowers bloom as before, and the people are not as good as before. The old marks on my forehead have not gone away, and new lines have appeared at the corners of my eyes. But even though my clothes are getting wider, I don't regret it. I don't regret watching the flowers."
ten years!"
The old man was startled for a moment, speechless, and then sneered: "Since ancient times, when the belt becomes wider, it is said that people are thinner. Are you laughing at me?"
"I don't dare. It's just that thin people have nothing to feel wronged about. Only fat people feel wronged. It's domineering to be as fat as a ball and still have no regrets."
Lin Yun chuckled softly.
rock!
The old man stood up suddenly, overturned the long piano on the table, and said with a sneer: "You have a clever tongue, why don't you just call me fat again?"
Seeing this, Lin Yun stopped entangled and said in a deep voice: "I'll ask."
"Ask."
The old man looked cold and unchanging: "In the past ten years, I have seen people coming and going on the cliff. Some people are afraid and dare not jump, some people jump into the abyss and are possessed by demons and die, and some people die due to the sound of my piano.
"Excuse me, you are the first one to come to me. I grant you the right to ask!"
[I will speed up the progress tomorrow, and the sentence for the other ten years of flower viewing is my original creation.]
